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Post by czech on May 20, 2012 0:17:24 GMT -5
Czech still had nothing but cold hard eyes on the little panda...but then felt her eyes soften slightly as it looked at her with its large shiny eyes. Though she wasn't that fond of animals, she always found that she could not resist the cutness of baby animals.
She could sense that China saw her as a threat...and was fast to fix her additude as she released South Korea's shoulder looking very embaressed as she placed her hands on the hem of her skirt, bowing her head just slightly before looking up once more.
"I didn't mean anything by my temper lepší čína..." She said respectfully.
In her country 'čína' meant China and 'lepší ', one of the highest honorifics you could bestow on someone translated exactly as 'superior'. Which was exactly what he was. She might of been foolish and immature of most things, but Czech knew warfare very well...and knew that to anger China would be a foolish act.
She gave a pause and gave her sweetest, most innocent look that she could muster...this was a little something she learned whilst living amoung Prussia...to make them melt when you were about to be in trouble.
"Oh and dìkuji lepší čína. Thank you China Superior". She said, genuinely greatful as she looked up towards him.
"For the meal of course...and I was wondering...what do you love most...from your beloved nation?"
She asked as her eyes continued to shine in what seem like star light in those big cute eyes.
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Post by Lithuania on May 20, 2012 12:42:35 GMT -5
Lithuania concentrated on what he was doing, ignoring the noises that came from behind him, although he noted the arrival of Czech Republic.
"How many are you planning on making America?" He asked as more patties were slapped down onto the pan.
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Post by America on May 20, 2012 14:47:27 GMT -5
Trying to keep his mind off from the strange happenings a few feet away, America stared down at his burgers, thinking. If he made as many as he could, they could always save the leftovers. That way, if anyone was in need of a quick dinner or something, all they would have to do would be open the fridge and there they go.
"Let's see...two for me, one for everyone else. Unless you want two, of course." Or the Asians. Or Czech. However, they hadn't given him a definite answer and he wasn't certain if he wanted to interrupt their...their whatever-it-was they were doing with a panda and pillowcase to ask. "Actually, I'll just cook as many as I can. We only need the buns for a few, though. I'll save the rest for later."
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Post by Singapore on May 21, 2012 9:11:56 GMT -5
To be honest, Singapore wasn't expecting a smile back from South Korea. Usually what she'd get from Hong Kong would be a glare or something. But the again, her world was small and he wasn't Hong Kong. Besides, now that she looked closer, he seemed like the type to annoy Homg Kong out of his skin too. Maybe she should befriend his after all. She smirked at her own thought.
"So, uncle China!" Singapore said. 'Uncle' was a term to address a male who was older than twenty. Besides, he probably wouldn't like it if she addressed him as 'akong'. Which was to address a male elder. "What are we cooking again?"
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Post by Lithuania on May 21, 2012 11:21:11 GMT -5
"Hahah, one will be enough for me." He doubted many of the others would want more than one as well.
Lithuania nodded and finished slicing a few of the bread rolls that lay next to his hand.
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Post by china on May 21, 2012 13:48:50 GMT -5
China thought of the many colored ways of the Beijing city, he thought, the tower of the great bell, the chapters from the sacred Lingyan jing and the mere beauty of a bud of rice. Rice being the symbol of security from famine.
All of these were shot down like a pealing of summer thunder.
China shook his head, refusing to look up, "being tipped for a meal is stealing on my part. I cannot accept. I feel helpless to express the gratitude of the offer of so rare favor deserves. Yet maybe your skills could be graced to help the totality of this camp. Rather as something selfish of mine."
He then answered America of wanting only one.
Further after, he answered comely Singapore (how gratified he would have felt to hear her quick choice of name before it was too late to take back!).
"Onion pancakes, vegetarian spring rolls and Szechwan pumpkin soup for the appetizer of America's meal, aru."
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Post by America on May 21, 2012 21:23:04 GMT -5
And America proudly felt like a growing boy. He was going to eat two burgers, and he'd probably finish them before anyone else even took a bite of their own. That thought alone made him stand straighter, pleased that his eating skills were so extraordinary. Flipping the burgers, he sighed happily, glancing over at Lithuania. "Unless my counting is wrong, we'll be needing, like, seven buns." He did another headcount around the room. "I think that's right."
He hoped so. He'd hate seeming like an idiot, especially in front of so many other countries. His stomach growled when China listed off what the appetizers would be. Chinese and American food mixed together would probably be utterly delicious. Actually, at this point, everything was looking delicious. America was quite hungry, having been in the kitchen for so long, and just wanted to chow down.
"How many burgers have I made?" he suddenly asked, trying to count his patties, now.
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Post by Singapore on May 23, 2012 1:04:34 GMT -5
Singapore was glad she called China 'Uncle' instead of 'Akong'. He seemed to prefer that.
"I'm done with the pumpkins already. Is there more I can do?" Singapore asked. "And America, is it okay if I have one burger?"
One burger should be the right amount. Besides, she had seen the enormous portions of food that America served before. She wouldn't want to risk to full her belly with two burgers. Afterall, she really wanted to eat China's food as well. It reminded of her so much of home. If only there were a bit of malay ad Indian food. It be exactly like home.
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Post by America on May 23, 2012 20:04:30 GMT -5
Deciding that it didn't matter how many burgers he had made already (he was going to make as much as he could, after all), America held a thumbs up to Singapore with the hand that wasn't handling the spatula. "That's cool with me!" he exclaimed. "I'm real excited to see what you guys are making. I bet it'll taste awesome!" Despite being known for hamburgers and milkshakes, America was more than willing to try food from other cultures. He loved sushi, for example, and curry was starting to grow on him. Italian restaurants were everywhere, and Mexican food was a must.
All these different things that China and Singapore were making gave him a lot of excitement. Asian food, coupled with hamburgers, was just the perfect meal. He knew, however, that it wouldn't be like this all the time. They'd have to start rationing better when food ran low. Which is why I'm only eating two burgers instead of five, he thought proudly, whistling as he worked.
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Post by Singapore on May 31, 2012 7:32:58 GMT -5
Singapore smiled t Americ's comment. It was going to be awesome. Especially since Singapore was going to eat it soon. She smiled again as she started preparing for the next dish she was going to make; Vegetarian spring rolls. She knew how to make that, but she wasn't confident on making the pumpkin soup. She gathered the necessary ingredients and began making it.
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